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“I don’t think so.”

Mooky peered at his brother.

“I see you and Blue. I know how happy you are. I watch Dash and Ginger. It’s rare.”

Mooky hung his head. What they used to have. What he hoped they could get back. “Yeah, well. It’s over now.”

“Why?”

Mooky held up the papers in his hand. “She’s got a matching set. I don’t even know what they charged her with, but she didn’t earn it.”

Mittens waved his hand dismissively. “You give up too easy.”

Opening his mouth to rebut, Mooky didn’t vocalize his thoughts. Mittens waved him off again.

“You battle for it. Take whoever is in the way to the mat and don’t let them up. It’s worth going to war for. Not everyone gets a chance like that.”

Unfortunately, Mittens had no clue about the obstacles. He couldn’t even begin to understand all that had happened. Now wasn’t the time to bring it up. Mooky didn’t want to argue against his relationship with Blue.

He opened the door. “Thanks.”

“Just because it got hard doesn’t mean it’s not valuable.”

Cost wasn’t the issue. If it was just a matter of value, he’d go toe to toe with anyone over Blue. This was about what was best for Blue. Mooky wasn’t what was a good investment for her. She’d told him that. He hadn’t believed her. Now he finally understood.

CHAPTER 18

Mooky

With Mooky’s bike barely out of the impound, the text message from Clark vibrated against his chest. A meeting with his president in an hour. It wasn’t church. No, this was a one-on-one meeting. He was fucked.

A long ride couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t outrun this. Pushing the bike to top speed and ignoring every set of lights that flashed behind him wouldn’t change his circumstances. He made his bed and now he might die in it.

Club business got him into it. Angela made it worse. But he didn’t improve the situation fucking Blue on the side of the road.

For the last time.

The thought robbed his breath and stabbed him in the heart. He hated it more than anything, but he had to be strong.Doing the right thing sucked donkey balls. How the hell did the good-guy types do this shit?

He put the nail in their coffin. While screwing Blue was hot as fuck out in the wild, against a tree, it had to be their last time.

Had he known it was their last time, he might have done it differently. Sweet and gentle maybe.

Who was he kidding? He wasn’t some type of romantic. Nothing about their relationship had anything to do with romance. They were raw and impulsive. So, it made perfect sense they’d had such an explosive ending.

He just hoped it didn’t take her down to the depths of Nástrond with him. She shone far too bright to be in such a dark place.

Leg over the bike. Key in the ignition. Turn the engine over. The sound of raw power surged forth as his bike rumbled beneath him. Closing his eyes, he let the sound of his Harley wash over him.

It might not solve any of his problems, but for now, he’d let it soothe him as only it could. He’d lose himself in the motor sounds.

HONK.

Or not. Apparently. Someone was in a hurry.

Rolling his shoulders back, he nudged the kickstand with his heel and put the bike in gear. Time to face the consequences of his actions.

Sitting at his mother’s kitchen table with cold cereal in a bowl in front of him, Mooky felt like he was in high school again, getting a lecture from his mom for staying out too late. At sixteen, he knocked up Angela and started this mess. At thirty, he’d gotten Blue arrested. Maybe he was due.

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